Blaze Gives It All Up For Lois' Pussy

The demon buried herself deep inside Lois. The human woman could hear the heavy, slow panting behind her, Blaze taking in deep lungfuls. The Hands grasped Lois Lane's hips so hard, she swore the sharp tips of her talons were drawing blood. Slowly, very slowly, the breathing got closer...until she could feel Blaze's nipples brush against her back, feel the demon's mouth rooting through her hair, until the lips pressed against Lois' left ear.

"Fine. They're free. They're going to wake up in a few minutes in the alley, with sore holes and vague memories of a long, wild night that stretched into an alcoholic blackout. Their own lost weekend. Some of them will probably tell their grandkids about it. Now," the shemale ground her hips. "Can I cum?"

Eight.

"Of course," Lois said. Then, almost despite herself, she added. "Inside my cunt. Whenever you want."

Lois never knew if that last bit had been **** by the oath, or if she had added it on her own.

Inside Lois, a seal broke.

Once, as a young woman exploring her sexuality, Lois had stuck a garden hose up her pussy. She would never forget the ominous gurgle after she turned the handle on the spigot, followed by the sudden almost painfully cold and forceful jet of water lancing straight into the core of her being. The whole sensation had been too intense to masturbate to, and Lois had ached a little inside for the rest of the day, wondering if she had damaged her womb.

Eventually, the trepidation passed...and the next time she played with a hose, it was the gentler, warmer massage of Mr. Shower Head exploring the depths of her tight pussy.

Now, however, she was reminded once more of the garden hose. Except this hose was hot, throbbing meat, and the first shot of Blaze's forceful ejaculation struck Lois cervix and the reporter cried out in pain as though scalded. The demon held Lois close as the stream of cum continued to pour into her, the reporter sobbing and flailing, but unable to move her hips. Not because the demon was holding them...no, Lois felt her cunt clench and tighten instinctively. It was their pact at work, and the reporter's pussy seemed determine not to let a single scalding drop of Satanic sperm leave her slippery slot.

After a long minute stretched into two, the pressure seemed to slacken. Lois could feel Blaze inside of her, cock beginning to soften once more. The demon let out a sigh.

"You know—I'm going to enjoy doing that, from now on. I'm going to enjoy doing that when you want me to, a bucking eager filly beneath me, and I'm going to enjoy doing that when you don't want me to, but are unable to say no.."

The demon slipped her hand around to Lois' stomach, gently massaging the reporter's belly.

"I'm going to cum in your womb to start your labor, and when you're done giving birth, bloody and sore, I'm going to cum in you again...and keep cumming until you're knocked up again. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of that. Any clever words for that?"

Nine, Lois counted as she took a breath. Let's sweeten the pot.

"What would it feel like, if you made me pregnant again right now?"